And so spring comes, the snow melts and the rivers run. The stain finds it's way, in to our life giving resource and we drink it. Nature is cruel to us poor unsuspecting humans. K...that stain is quite unnerving.

Leaving a mark and making a point... Burnt out of habit, boredom, frustration or desperation? Whatever it may be, I like the possible stories behind it and your contrast of temperature, texture and color. This is great. Voted.